What did Algernon Charles Swinburne mean by: Marvellous mercies and infinite love. Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England Copy
+ I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Adaptation, Change, Movement, 0 Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ Change lays not her hand upon truth. Author, September 10, 2023January 2, 2025, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Change, Stability, Truth, 0 Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Growth, Potential, Stagnation, 0 Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ His speech is a burning fire. Author, June 4, 2023January 2, 2025, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Intensity, Passion, Persuasion, 0 Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ Change lays her hand not upon the truth. Author, June 21, 2023January 2, 2025, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Change, Stability, Truth, 0 Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean. Author, June 18, 2023January 2, 2025, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Conquest, Power, Religion, 0 Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ Our way is where God knows And Love knows where: We are in Love’s hand to-day. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Faith, Guidance, Surrender, 0 Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
+ Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which. Author, June 11, 2023January 2, 2025, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Body, God, Spirit, 0 Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet · England
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I’m not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If you cannot learn to love real art, at least learn to hate sham art and reject it. William Morris Designer · England
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
